In high school, we had the regular senior superlatives. Most likely to succeed, best dressed, cutest couple... etc. We also had "funny" ones that were announced at our senior banquet. Truthfully, I don't remember many of the other ones and I don't remember how they were even voted for. I assume people voted somehow, but I don't know how!
Anyway, I ended up with Biggest Gossip. Go figure, I would end up as a blogger, right? I don't think I'm a "gossip," but I am absolutely one of those people who EVERYONE tells their deepest secrets to. I can't even begin to describe it. Strangers on planes open up to me and tell me about their ailing family members, how they just got fired, or even just their entire life story. Friends tell me whatever issue they're having... big and small. I feel like I have a Post-It stuck to my forehead telling people to open up to me. Does anyone else feel like they're "that person"? (I should note here, that I never share any of these deep secrets with anyone... which is the real irony behind being deemed "Biggest Gossip." No one knows what I know... aka the whole point.)
The show Gossip Girl started the first month of my senior year of high school. I kind of kept up with the show, but I definitely fell of the bandwagon. I remember getting super bored with it and when I missed a week, I realized that I really didn't care what had happened. I did watch with Little V though every week for a while....
Well, it's on Netflix. And I got sucked in. It's the perfect mindless distraction while I get dressed in the morning, answer Tumblr questions, or simply take a few minutes to breathe and sit.
Now that I live in New York City, I have a much better appreciation for the show. If only to track the locations. (I'm so tempted to visit every single place. Am I crazy? Slash.... does the list already exist?)
The clothes.... oh the clothes. They totally make all the crazy love triangles, back stabbing, and dumb mistakes more manageable.
So the real question is... are you a Blair or a Serena?
PS I'm reconsidering my traditional sign off.
PPS The show is actually ridiculous... and I hate that I love it.